Recounting Bitter

Recounting Bitter

saliva stains the floor
only out of spite
of love tasting
sour on my tongue

bound at the ankles
by wasted chances
years recount
fingers interlocked
body 2 inches from lips
placed on a pedestal
resting on the mantel
of what I thought was us

unsure now
of the space we played
in as you mock me
behind strangers
kicked out bags in hand
yea,that day
I became half a man

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